It is a story as old as time. On September 20th, Mom asks sons what they want to be for Halloween. Sons shrug. On October 1st, Mom asks once again what they want to be for Halloween. Oldest son replies with a vague, “something scary.” Younger son shrugs. On October 15th, Mom tells sons the shipping deadline for their dream costume is rapidly approaching and asks if they want to look online with her for costumes. Nope. On October 24th, Mom urges sons to get it figured out or risk spending Halloween handing out candy to other children. Oldest son says he will be “something scary” but he still doesn’t know what. Youngest son says he’s working on an idea. On October 26th, five days before Halloween and one day before the school Halloween party, youngest son announces in the car on the way to school that he would like to be his favorite Pokemon character, Mudkip.
“I’m not sure where we are getting you a Mudkip costume at this late date,” Mom says.
“It’s okay, Mom. I’ve got it all figured out,” says ridiculously imaginative youngest son. “I know exactly what we need to make it. It won’t cost much. I just need a blue sweatshirt with hood, blue sweatpants, and some fabric, probably grey, orange, black, and white.”
“Uh huh,” Mom replies warily. “You know I don’t have time to shop for all that stuff today. I have plans.”
“We can get the stuff after school. I will pick out everything I need. I will make it,” says I-am-too-cute-to-say-no-to youngest son.
“Uh huh,” sighs frustrated Mom who now knows how she will be spending her entire Monday evening.
So I resigned myself to my fate. I spent my day painting the family room at the new house before heading to pick the boys up at 4. As soon as they were in the car, we drove over to Hobby Lobby for costume supplies, except we weren’t entirely sure if we would find what we needed.
Luckily for Luke and I, we’re great in clutch situations. We were gifted with the ability to pull something from nothing. We go in with a Plan A, but when Plan A falls apart we quickly devise a Plan B. When that doesn’t work, we run our way through the alphabet. I’m not sure we’ve ever had to go beyond Plan D to find a solution to the problem at hand. When we couldn’t find the right color blue hoodie (and I quickly ascertained that finding one at this point would require multiple trips to various stores across town that we had neither time nor gas for), I got Luke to settle for a blue t-shirt in exactly the right shade. From there we figured out how to create a suitable headpiece for the costume, and Luke agreed to forgo matching bottoms to make the costume a bit more age appropriate. I mean, what kid at age twelve wants to be wearing the equivalent of the pink bunny suit from A Christmas Story to school?
When we got home, I fished out the hot glue gun, my sewing kit, some polyester fiberfill fluff, and got to work. Luke was costume designer. I was seamstress. He wanted to do more hands on work but I relegated him to cutting because, honestly, that hot glue gun is a nasty bitch. I couldn’t see how landing my son in the emergency room with burns was going to expedite our costume creation. We dumped out the supplies and took turns devising schemes to turn our meager $14 in supplies into an adorable costume. We cut and recut shapes for the eyes and nostrils until they looked right. Luke stuffed some of the pieces to adequate fill, and I glued and sewed until we ended up with something Luke could live with. It wasn’t exactly what he had pictured, but he accepted that it was his lack of expedience that led to this backup version of his whimsical plan.
As I was busy using my fifth-rate sewing skills to attach the tail to Luke’s costume, I thought about why I end up in this predicament year after year with this kid, slaving away on a costume that will be tossed out once the pillowcase comes home heavy with candy. It’s partially because he’s my youngest and he’s growing up too quickly. It’s partially because his ingenuity and enthusiasm are contagious. It’s partially because I enjoy seeing how close I can come to executing his perfect costume. But it’s mostly because I don’t want to be the kind of mother who isn’t willing to give herself second-degree burns (yes…I earned a blister) with a hot glue gun the night before her son’s Halloween party at school. It’s my way of letting my sons know there is nothing I wouldn’t do for them, including pouring my blood, sweat, and tears out for them when they need me the most.
I think a lot these days about the legacy I will leave with my sons. If I’m gone suddenly tomorrow, what will they remember? What will they miss? Will they recall that I made up crazy dances to sitcom theme songs or that I fashioned a makeshift triage in my office for their injured stuffed animals? Will they look back fondly at the times when together we coaxed something from nothing in the clutch? No matter what they will recollect someday, I live at peace today in the knowledge that I gave this motherhood bag my all. I never backed away, even on the worst days when my car sang the sirens’ song of the open road. I left it all in the ring and I have no regrets about the time I invested in my children and their dreams while putting my own on hold. It’s just too damn bad I still haven’t mastered the fine art of the hot glue gun.
Such creative costumes….. love them!! Oh, enjoy these years. I miss having my little boys at Halloween time. I was in Walmart the other night and saw a Halloween book I used to read to my sons and felt such a pang of sadness hit me. I miss it all…. the trick or treating, the picking out of the costumes, reading Halloween books, carving jack-o-lanterns, etc. They’re almost 23 and 26 now and I wonder where the time went! Seems like only yesterday we were having all this Halloween fun! Yes, it’s every bit worth the hot glue gun burns!!
It’s that time of year again! Have they thought about their costumes yet?
Our kids’ school is not asking them to wear costumes (we don’t really celebrate Halloween, but observe the solemn All Saints Day/All Souls Day). But I will try to work on two hobbit costumes this weekend in time for Reading Month. Last year, they were new in the school. I was able to create a simple Harry Potter one for our 6-year-old, at least. I suspect they will observe Reading Month again.
Halloween is tomorrow. So far, they have told me they are too old to go out trick-or-treating and they won’t dress in costume for school. Something tells me, though, that at 5:30 tomorrow night I am going to be digging through old costume boxes trying to find something for them to wear because the desire for free candy will suddenly outweigh the embarrassment of being a teenage trick-or-treater. 😉
HA HA HAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did you guess right, though?
Meanwhile, I won treats!!! That was last Friday. This year, we did not wear any costumes at the office and there really was no plan for an evening Halloween party unlike before. But there was a surprise lunch treat for us and a candy-hunting game. My game partner and I won, he he. So the kids had treats when I got home:)